The manticore, Ishvart, was in a fantastic mood.

Most of the soft, tender humans had fled, but it did not matter. There was not one, but three, of the far tastier dragon subspecies remaining in the area. The manticore had no reason to be disappointed at the loss of common human flesh.

Of course, it was not easy subduing the uniquely strong and fierce creatures.

The dragons put up a fierce resistance, and in the process, her wings were torn and her body was covered with wounds.

But for Ishvart, this was part of the fun of hunting. The resistance of her prey struggling underneath her legs never failed to amuse her, and this was no different. If anything, it was even more enjoyable given she was anticipating devouring a rare delicacy.

She waited patiently for her upcoming feast as she waited for dragon subspecies to tire themselves out. Her mouth was already watering at the thought of feasting on meat and organs full of pure energy underneath these bothersome scales. Ishvart smiled greedily as she reveled in the joy before a grand feast. However, that happiness only lasted...